A/N: Just so you know, this is where the real story "starts." The rest of it was introduction. Now, our story begins to unfold. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All J. K. Rowling's; you all know that, don't you?

Lily

October 20th

Dear Diary,

My workload has been beyond insane. I couldn't write for that reason, and I do apologize for that, but I couldn't help it. But now, I have some time to write, and I have things to say. Today, James Potter drove me up the wall (again), but more on that later and I'm seriously starting to worry about Remus.

I honestly don't know what I can do about Remus now. We had more prefect duties after that first one I wrote about, obviously, but he hasn't spoken to me at all. I think I might have offended him when I told him that James was controlling his life. It was rash, and I shouldn't have done it, but now he won't even give me the chance to fix everything. James is, of course, his usual arrogant self, and today, he did something that hit an all time low. If it's possible, of course – I'm sure that he'll get a new record as early as tomorrow.

To understand how this trick took place, I have to explain how James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus operate. They usually prank people in pairs, though they sometimes do it as a big group. Normally it splits James and Sirius, Remus and Peter; if it's not that, it will be Sirius and Remus, and Peter and James. Then they wreak havoc; they set off fireworks in the corridors, throw Dungbombs at people, and put Mrs. Norris on the highest chandelier the can, to much applause. When they get detentions for their various misdeeds, it's not a thing of shame for them the way it would be to normal human beings; people congratulate them and admire them even more as they take their slips and stride through the crowds as though they are celebrities. It's sickening, but that's they way the world works nowadays.

As for the boys themselves – it is necessary to know who they are so that they don't appear to be the wonderful people they think they are. Remus Lupin is, as I've said, a truly kind human being. He's such a nice guy; I don't know why he is best friends with creatures like James and Sirius – he obviously sees something I don't. One day, when James was staring at me in Herbology like he always does, Remus stepped in and told him not to. He's so sweet, and I have nothing but praise for him.

Sirius. Oh, how I hate him. He's James's second-hand man; people go as far as to call him James's twin. Therefore, you know that he isn't any better; maybe a little bit better-looking, but not enough to interest me. His arrogance is observable from a first glance at his conceited face, but at least it isn't as blatant as James's is; James takes the cake in supposed-superiority any day. Sirius also leaves me alone, generally; but, if he feels naughty and wants to help James in his never-ending mission to torture me, then he'll start to join in while trying to make me stay pleasant. As if that'll ever happen! I'm not going to be pleasant unless I want to be; though I'm usually a good person, I won't take nonsense from dense imbeciles like them.

Peter is this quiet, unintelligent wimp who usually follows whatever his friends do. I don't know much about him because of that, but what I do know isn't thrilling, considering who his role models are. Peter's pretty fat; he likes to eat, and he's usually the first into the Great Hall for meals, as well as the last one out. He absolutely worships James – it's almost saddening. If James wants something, Peter will get it for him. If James is showing off, Peter will cheer the loudest. If James tells someone that they're no good, Peter will agree first. The worst part is that James never stops him; he just lets Peter do things for him, and laughs about it. Yet another reason to hate James, might I add.

Well, keeping all that in mind, it was the James/Peter duo that annoyed the life out of me today. Peter was setting up some Dungbombs in the Charms corridor earlier, taking care to ensure that they exploded at the first person who walked by. I didn't actually notice this until I actually walked down the hall and got caught in the blast. The smell was atrocious, and to cap matters, I was covered in this disgusting muck, with James Potter right next to me! I heard James shouting at Peter; apparently, this horrible trap was meant for Snape!

Severus Snape is this slimy, gross kid in our class that everyone hates – especially James and his friends. They never miss an opportunity to injure or humiliate him in some way – which, in my opinion, is a very nasty thing to do – though Snape never misses an opportunity to do the same to them. I sort of like that; Sirius and James are big-headed, egotistical nitwits that completely deserve to have someone pick on them for a change, though it gets rather vicious sometimes.

Anyhow, back to the Dungbombs. James Potter set off a Dungbomb when he knew I was in the hallway! I could not believe the audacity of that boy, for not only did he set the thing off, he came and tries to tell me that it was my fault as well! He also tried to offer me a napkin to wipe up, but I wouldn't let him give it to me; instead, I snatched it from him, hit him with it, and tried to walk off. On my way, James inevitably came after me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hollered at him, dripping in muck.

"Evans, I'm really sorry about that bomb," James said. "It was meant for Snivellus, not you." He looked and sounded genuinely sorry, though I was sure it was only an act; he had given overwhelming evidence to the contrary one time too many.

"Yes, well you knew that I was in the hallway, yet you set that thing off anyway! I'm not exactly going to want to send you flowers after that, am I?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever you say, Evans."

"Yes," I told him. "Whatever I say and I say that you are a stuck-up toe-rag. Therefore, you are going to leave me alone. Understand?"

James deliberated at my sopping wet form, looking repulsively cheeky as he did so. He didn't say anything, but I still wanted to (and probably should have) gone up and given him the slap that had been coming to him for a very long time; but, before I could do it, Leila found us and squealed.

"Hey, Potter!" she said breathlessly, running over to him. "Was it you and Peter who set off that Dungbomb in the Charms hallway?" Her enthusiasm was truly nauseating.

"Yes," James told her proudly, forgetting about me for a second. Though I was grateful for this unintentional diversion, his contested arrogance still made me want to gag.

"Well, it hit Snape, and…"

He didn't even let her finish her sentence; in a split-second, he was tearing down the corridor to see what new damage had done. Seeking the chance, Leila came towards me.

"It's hilarious, Lily! Come look!" she encouraged, trying to pull me away to see. I was a little curious, to be honest, about what the horrible ego-maniac had done to Severus now, but that was the sole reason I followed her to see what was going on in the Charms hallway.

It was terrible – Snape was lying there in a pile of putrid goop, and a crowd of on-lookers were laughing at him mercilessly and relentlessly.

"Stop!" I shouted, running over to James and his crew. Remus was looking a little discomfited, though if it was because of my yelling or Snape's situation, I could not be sure. "You are all such imbecilic jackasses, and you leave both Snape and me alone!"

James looked from me to Severus, a look of the utmost loathing going to him, and a look of amused consideration to me.

"I think it's time to go," James said smoothly to his ever-worshiping crowd of friends and admirers. "Snivelly has some cleaning up to do." With a cruel chuckle, he walked off, everyone following him and approving his pitiless prank. Snape and I were alone in the hallway now, both of us covered in goo, so I decided to do the right thing and help him out.

I grabbed his hand and pulled hi out of the puddle of Stinksap that came out of the Dungbomb, and handed him my napkin to start drying off.

"Thanks," he said gruffly, choosing to wipe his face off as he said this.

"Don't mention it," I told him darkly, grabbing my wand from my robes to magically clean up the mess. It was instantly clean, and even though I could have used magic to clean myself off as well, I Decided I would feel better if I actually took a good, long shower.

Snape looked over at me, his expression unreadable. "Do you mind if I keep this? It's a bit dirty now, and I don't think you'd want it."

"Go ahead," I assured him, starting off down the corridor that led to the Gryffindor common room; I had taken enough crap from James Potter, and I had been looking forward to a very thorough shower. I took one, and now here I am, writing about the experience in here.

It's odd though, diary; when I had been shouting at James, I was full of energy, and I could have run miles just off of my frustration. Now that I'm away from him, I'm feeling lethargic, and I can hardly make myself finish this entry. I yawn as I write this, and I think I'll just stop it here; I'll probably have something else to say about it tomorrow, when I have more energy.

James

October 20th

Dear Diary,

I had been doing so well! I had managed to avoid writing in here for such a long time, and Remus never said anything! Well, for a week, he had been a werewolf, but after he came back, he got sick; he didn't want to miss anything lesson-wise, so he never told Madam Pomfrey that he wasn't feeling well. That worked for me, because since he was so ill, he couldn't remind me about this stupid diary! But, fortunately and unfortunately, Remus recovered and found that I hadn't written since the ninth. He handed me a quill and ink bottle, and here I am, forced to write again. I tried to get out of writing by saying that I had a study date with Regina Masters in about two hours (which I actually did) and I had other things to do, but Remus said that two hours was plenty of time to write a diary entry and do other things as well. I argued with him, but he was solidly insistent that I write. Ugh. But luckily, I have something to write about, because when you're in the same school as Lily Evans, there is always something interesting going on.

Today, she was inconveniently in the hallway while I was setting up a trap for Snivellus. It was an old trick – Dungbomb in the hallway that would be set off when he walked in – but nonetheless, I would enjoy the effect; Snape in any kind of discomfort would delight me. Peter was in charge of detonating the bomb when he came in close contact; this was to take place in the Charms corridor, which we knew Snivelly would enter within a matter of minutes. It would work brilliantly; we knew it would, but it would require brains on Peter's part, which was perhaps a dangerous gamble.

I had been right to worry a little; it was Evans who stepped into the hallway, unluckily enough, and it was Evans instead of Snivellus that got slimed. She was obviously outraged, and got really pissed off at me. I couldn't say I blamed her though; I probably would have said and done much worse, had it been me in that situation. I went up to Peter and told him what I hoped was a quiet voice (that was still enraged) that I had wanted to hit Snape, not Lily.

When I next turned around, Lily was gone; she had run down the corridor, and feeling that I should apologize, I ran after her. When I caught up to her, the first thing I did was offer her a napkin; it was the least I could do after making her so dirty. She snatched it away from me, and far from saying thank you, she yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I truthfully felt really sorry that she had been the victim of the trap, so I tried to apologize. "Hey, Evans, I'm really sorry about that bomb. It was meant for Snivelly, not you," I tried to explain.

Alas, she did not seem to accept my apology. "Yes, well you knew that I was in the hallway, yet you set the thing off anyway! I'm not exactly going to want to send you flowers after that, am I?"

I sighed. I'd really had it with Evans trying to deride me over a simple mistake (though I still adored her – never fear) and out of sheer frustration, I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever you say, Evans."

"Yes," she told me, looking awfully irritated. "Whatever I say and I say that you are a conceited toe-rag. Therefore, you must leave me alone. Understand?"

I loved it when Lily was furious with me, so I grinned at her, trying not to let my amusement show as much as I could help. I was about to contradict her, and tell her that I was actually not as arrogant as she thought I was, but Leila, one of her annoying friends, bounded up to me. I swear, that girl really needs to find a guy who's interested.

"Hey, James," she said, this look of total adoration on her face. "Was it you that set off the Dungbomb in the Charms corridor?"

"Yes," I said, feeling quite important. I had made such an impression on her, that she always knew whether it was my prank or not; that was something to be proud of.

"Well, it hit Snape, and…"

It had worked! I had kept a couple of spare Dungbombs with me, and Peter must have found some brain cells in that thick head of his and set it off as planned! I raced off before she could finish her sentence, because I had to make sure that Snape was as helpless and filthy as I had planned.

It was exactly as I had envisioned it – people were all over the place, and laughing at Snape, thanks to my efforts. Could things work out any better? I didn't think so – until Lily Evans caught me in the act.

"Stop!" she hollered, running over to us. I noticed that Remus shifted a little as she came closer, but I ignored it. "You are all such imbecilic jackasses, and you leave him alone!" she told me threateningly.

She was so childishly adorable when she was in this sort of a mod; I couldn't help but look at her with amusement. Snape, on the other hand; I glared at him with only a fraction of the hatred I had for him.

"I think that it's time to go," I finally said, looking around at everybody. "Snivelly has some cleaning up to do." I laughed at how well (almost well) this had worked out, and left Lily and Snivellus to themselves (as I was happy with neither with them at that moment), walking off with Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

"That was great!" Sirius said as he high-fived Peter and me, laughing like a maniac. "Did you see Snivellus when Peter hit him? Classic!"

"It wasn't very nice," Remus said to us, quiet but firm. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?" I demanded. "Snivelly's had it coming to him for a really long time now."

"Well, I'm not the only one who didn't approve," Remus pointed out. "Lily didn't like it either."

"Lily Evans hates me no matter what I do." The words were nonchalantly presented (I hoped), but I still felt that pang go through me like it always did when I knew I couldn't have her.

Peter laughed still. "So? It was still a great joke."

I looked at him with aggravation. "Peter, you idiot, you got her filthy, and she took her anger out on me! She hates me even more now!"

"Lily hates most guys," Sirius assured me. "She just hates us more because we're the most popular guys among the year."

"I don't think that's it," I said, exasperated. "I don't know what it is that she can't stand about me, but right now, I have to go."

"Where?" Peter asked with interest.

"To the dormitory, moron, where else?" I snapped impatiently, going up the stairs.

The dormitory is where I am now, writing about these insane events and trying to make sense out of them. I read through my account of what happened just now, and I don't get it; I described them exactly as they happened, yet the emotions I had felt didn't sound like things I would feel in the situation. It was like a stranger had possessed me for a few minutes and made me do things I normally wouldn't do. I wouldn't have left Lily Evans, grimy and upset, in the middle of the corridor with a parasite like Snivelly, even if she had been rude to me. I probably wouldn't have been so short with my friends either; they had only been trying to help. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I behave like the person I knew I was? I am capable of intelligent thought; nobody else knows that though. Lily should know. Lily was the person I would have convince.

The question, however, was how I would convince someone as stubborn as Lily Evans to believe something that my own friends scarcely believed.